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Her Barbarian Master: Forbidden Love

Alpha Male Masters : Book Two

By: Maggie Carpenter
Published By: Dark Secrets Press
Copyright: Published by Dark Secrets Press
Eighteen Chapters / 48,5001 Words
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“A Stunning Barbarian Romance" The storyline is so exciting and sizzling hot! The Barbarians are yummy. You will love this funny, exciting, suspenseful, kinky, sweet, and scorching hot five star plus romance!. It is a must read book!

"Over 150 sizzling suspenseful pages!" That's right! And I read them all in one sitting. Filled with action and suspense you also get to relive a classic Romeo and Juliet romance of a long gone era.

"Storytelling at its best!" The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humor is laugh out loud funny.

“Sleep Deprived but Smiling.” Could not put it down so stayed up most of the night saying just one more page over and over again.

“Brilliant! Pad the edge of your seat!” Exciting from the very beginning as it takes off like a rocket! This is the love story of the village girl Serenity and the Barbarian, Killian.

Award-winning, best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has created a love story full of danger, sprinkled with humor, with an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing. If you want to get lost in sheer escapism, pick up this riveting romance today .

Serenity doesn't care much for rules. The free- spirited and flaxen-haired young woman lives in a small village under the authority of barbarians who inhabit a castle above the tiny town. When her best friend is caught trying to steal apples from the clan's forbidden garden, Serenity rushes to her rescue and challenges Bastian, the clan’s brawny leader.

The leader's son, Killian, is shocked by her brazenness. Deciding to remedy her impudent mouth with a hot spanking, he throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers, but once again she astounds him. When the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.

The defiant beauty haunts him, and when a rival clan attacks, the dire circumstances throw them together. Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as their blazing passion takes hold, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

This book contains scenes not suitable for those under 18. This includes spanking, domestic discipline and graphic sex. If this material offends you, please do not buy this book.

CHAPTER ONE

T he thundering sounds of the horse's hooves sent the humble home shaking. Only five-years-old and desperately in need of her mother's comforting arms, Serenity jumped from her bed and ran to her parents room. As she burst through the door she saw her father with only a loose cloth tied around his waist, and his large hunting club clutched in his white-knuckled fist. Her mother, her eyes wide with fear, was standing behind him.

"Mamma, what is it?"

"Barbarians. Quickly, hide under the bed, quickly."

"Mamma, I'm scared.

"Do as you mother tells you," her father commanded. "NOW."

Filled with terror, Serenity darted forward and rolled under the low wooden frame. Tears of fright were running down her face, her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, and she curled herself into a ball as she prayed to the angels to protect them. She'd heard about the fearsome barbarians, how they roamed the lands, took what they wanted, and killed anyone who dared to cross them. Would they kill her mamma and papa and her too?

A rush of cold air swept around her. Gasping, she held her breath as the sound of stomping feet filled her ears. The dreaded barbarians were in the house! The menacing footsteps were drawing closer, and a moment later she saw a pair of huge feet.

Suddenly it hit her. She knew what to do!

Every inch of her tiny body trembling, she crawled out, stood up, and tilting her head all the way back, she stared up at the enormous, ugly, ferocious man towering over her.

"My papa won't fight you, and neither will mamma, and I won't either, so you don't have to kill us."

She was shaking, her voice had sounded teeny in her ear, but she'd managed to get the words out, then her mother sobbed, though Serenity didn't understand why?

"Don't cry, mamma. The nasty man won't hurt you now. He knows we won't fight so he'll spare us, won't you?"

"You are brave and foolish," the barbarian exclaimed, his voice sounding like the gravel crunching under the wheels of the village carts, "but the two often go together."

"Of course I will fight you," Serenity's father declared. "I will fight you and die to save my family."

"Ah, so this is where you inherited your courage and stupidity."

"Papa isn't stupid," Serenity said angrily, her face crinkling as she stared up at the barbarian's scary black eyes, "and he won't fight you if I ask him nicely."

"ENOUGH!"

The barbarian's voluminous voice echoed through the room. She wanted to run back to her hiding place underneath the bed, but she couldn't find her legs. All she could do was continue to gaze up at him, her blue eyes wide and filled with horror.

"We are the Bachus tribe. I am their leader," the barbarian announced. "We are not here to plunder. We will be living in the ruins at the top of the hill. You are forbidden to venture there. If marauders arrive and attempt to raid your village, we will fight them. We know you are a craftsman, you make knives and tools. We will trade with you for what you offer. Our cousin tribe across the mountain, the Alamans, they too will come here to trade. Do you understand?"

"What do you have?" Serenity piped up. "Mamma said we need fruit. Do you have--?"

"We understand," her mother said quickly, cutting her off.

"Good, and as for you," he continued, looking down at Serenity, "tell me your name."

"Serenity, what's yours?"

"HAH. I am Bastian."

"Why are you so loud? Why can you order us? It's not fair."

"Your father will tell you about the strong and the weak."

She watched him abruptly turn, bend down to fit through the bedroom door, then march from the house.

"He's mean," she said, staring up at her parent, "but I don't think he's as mean as he pretends to be."

Fifteen Years Later

Sitting astride the branch of the climbing tree, Serenity watched in dismay as her friend, Layla, tried desperately to pull herself from Bastian's grip. His huge hand was wrapped around Layla's arm, and he was dragging her towards a fallen tree trunk. Serenity had warned Layla not to sneak into the barbarian's compound. Everyone knew the rules. No entering the fortress grounds without permission, and especially not the gardens.

"You would steal from those who protect you?" Bastian scolded, his booming voice reaching Serenity's ears.

Layla was squealing and apologizing profusely, but her protestations were having no effect, and as Bastian settled on the log, Serenity knew he was about to spank Layla for her crime.

An angry frown crossed Serenity's face. It wasn't fair. Layla's family were struggling. A rabid pest had infected their crops, destroying most of them. The other villagers had helped to exterminate the blight, and did their best to provide them with food, but it was a very difficult time, made even more challenging with the birth of a brand new baby.

"This is wrong," Serenity mumbled. "Bastian needs to understand why Layla did what she did, besides, it was only a couple of oranges."

Serenity cast her eyes over the bountiful plants. The barbarians were outstanding gardeners, their orchard was lush and full. The villagers didn't know how they had produced such abundance, it was a mystery, but as she pondered the question, the sound of Layla's cries snapped her back to the moment. Returning her gaze across the yard, she saw Layla was now across Bastian's lap, and he had his hands on the hem of her long dress. Serenity knew Layla would be utterly horrified at the pending exposure. Serenity had to save her, or at least try.

Swiftly maneuvering her way down the climbing tree, she landed on the soft grassy ground and sprinted to the tall iron gate. The barbarians had done much with the ruins, including the repair of the heavy gate that had once been completely askew. The bars were narrow, but not so narrow as to keep out slender young women, and heart pounding, knowing she was about to risk the barbarian's spanking hand, she squeezed between them.

"Bastian, stop, stop," she yelled, running across the soft warm dirt.

The barbarian had been focused on sliding the gown slowly up Layla's legs, and startled by the call, he jerked up his head.

"You don't understand," Serenity continued, breathless and breaking to a walk as she approached. "You need to let her be."

Though she had seen the tribe's leader from time to time, they hadn't exchanged a single word since that fateful day so many years before, and standing in front of him, she was reminded of the fear she had felt, the fear she was suddenly feeling again. His eyes were as dark as the night, his thick heavy features were vastly different from the gentle, refined faces of her people, and his size--he was a giant.

"Well, well," he muttered, scowling at her. "You're the girl who dared to confront me as a child. How beautiful you've become. Your name is Serenity."

"Uh, yes."

"Please, let me go," Layla wailed, "please, sir. I'll never come back here again, not ever. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Be quiet," he barked, landing an unexpected smack.

The thin fabric of Layla's gown provided no protection from the stinging swat, and though she let out a howl, as the wail passed, she uttered not another word, but laid still, softly whimpering.

"I see you have not changed," Bastian remarked, gazing at Serenity, his head tilted to one side. "You are still brave and you are still foolish. I must spank you now. The rules are clear."

"Spank me if you must," she said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt, "but you don't understand why Layla came here. You're not being fair. You should at least hear her out."

"The rules are clear," he repeated. "No entering our domain without permission, and especially not to steal."

"And how is someone supposed to get permission if someone can't enter?"

"Exactly."

"Oh, I see," she said grimly. "You just don't want anyone here for any reason. What if I were to approach you in the village and ask permission?"

"It would probably be denied, though I might listen."

His tone was softening, and the deep frown across his broad forehead was easing. She paused, deciding to change her approach. Rather than being demanding, she'd be conciliatory and respectful.

"Please, Bastian, may I tell you why Layla came here?"

He squinted, as if studying her, and rather than return his gaze, she stared at the ground.

"Very well."

It had worked! She wanted to break into a grin, but managing to suppress her victorious smile, and keeping her eyes lowered, she began to speak.

"Layla's family is struggling, and struggling badly. Their crops were destroyed by an insect. All of us have helped as much as we can, but life for them is extremely difficult right now. Layla's mother and father are very hard workers, and Layla only wanted a couple of oranges. She wanted to contribute and to brighten their day. We cannot grow oranges on our land as you can."

"I will not allow either of you to leave here unpunished. It would be bad for my tribe, and word would spread through the village. Soon many would arrive believing they could take what they wished. We have balance and harmony. It must be maintained."

"We wouldn't tell a soul. I promise," Serenity said fervently. "Please, Bastian."

"Did you not hear what I just said?"

"Uh, yes."

"You want to threaten our peaceful co-existence?"

Serenity shifted from foot to foot. Was Bastian right? She didn't want him to be, but did he have a point?

"Must you bare her? Could you at least leave her covered?"

"I think that would be fair, father."

Serenity had been so focused on keeping her eyes to the ground and choosing her words carefully, she had neither seen nor heard the younger barbarian's approach. She looked up, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He resembled his father, but his heavy features were handsome, not ghoulish.

"Killian. I didn't know you were here. This girl over my lap was attempting to steal," Bastian declared. "A bare-bottom spanking is the least she deserves. I should take a leather strap to her backside."

"Forgive me father, but I couldn't help but overhear the girl's plight. If we were starving, I would enter a forbidden garden to find food."

"Are you saying she shouldn't be punished?"

"No, she should. Everyone knows the rules, and this other village girl must be punished as well," he added, gesturing towards Serenity. "She tried to interfere, and she was disrespectful. I heard everything. I was over there by the plum tree, but I don't think it right we bare them. It's their first mistake. If they try it again, then, yes, we should."

Serenity bristled. The young barbarian had just admitted he would have stolen for his family, yet he was still insisting that Layla be spanked, and she should be too. Suddenly Bastian's wise words about balance and harmony no longer mattered.

"That's not fair, not fair at all," she exclaimed. "You don't know what it's like to suffer through a blight of pests. For some reason your plants don't fall victim to such things, and you have more than enough, and you're big and strong and you can hunt. We can't, and for you to be so nasty and pass such harsh judgement on us is wrong."

The words had tumbled out of her without pause or thought, and as her eyes blazed up at him, then fell back on Bastian, she realized she'd just sealed her fate.

"With your permission, father, I shall spank her. She is rude, and she doesn't know her place."

"I agree," Bastian said solemnly, nodding his head. "She must be taught a lesson."

"NO! I won't let you!"

Lunging forward Serenity grabbed Layla's wrist, yanking her off Bastian's lap. It happened so quickly, and was so unexpected, it caught Bastian completely off guard. By the time he reacted and tried to catch her, they were both sprinting across the grounds towards the gate, but Serenity realized squeezing through the iron bars would slow them down, and might result in their capture.

"No, not the gate," she panted, "we have to climb trees and jump over the wall. Let's split apart."

"You're right," Layla breathlessly replied. "I'll take the apple tree, you take the orange."

Serenity darted to the left, but as she did the muscles in her right leg fiercely protested. Ignoring the sharp pain, she tried to run faster, but she could feel her leg refusing her desperate request. Layla, taller and more athletic, had sprinted ahead and was almost at the apple tree. Serenity could hear heavy footsteps behind her, but her leg was badly cramping. Layla was now scampering up the trunk, and determined to beat her pursuer, Serenity pushed through the acute shard of pain, but she was suddenly being lifted off her feet. She let out a wail, then realized it wasn't Bastian who had her, but Bastian's brawny son.

"PUT ME DOWN. PUT ME DOWN!"

With deft ease he threw her over his shoulder, then landed a swift stinging slap.

"Be quiet. I will be harder on you if you keep up that racket."

"YOU'RE A BEAST AND A BRUTE," she howled, paying no heed to his warning and beating her fists into his back.

She had meant every word, but she was also attempting to distract him. As he had lifted her, she had spied Layla throwing apples across the wall before climbing along the branch and dropping out of sight. A second hot smack hit her backside, and with Layla safely gone, all thought switched to her perilous plight.

"Spank her in the hall."

Serenity couldn't see Bastian, but his thick, gravelly voice was unmistakable.

"I would rather have privacy. I'll take her to my rooms."

"Very well, but don't keep her too long. I don't want her family coming up here looking for her. I've had enough of the villagers for one day."

"Don't you dare take me anywhere," Serenity shouted. "I demand you put me down!"

"I won't father," Killian replied, completely ignoring Serenity's outburst. "Just long enough to do what must be done."

Tami on 06/09/2017 03:10am
Another captivating story from Maggie Carpenter. Killian and Serenity do have a lot of chemistry. As in all of Maggie's books, the smexy scenes are off the charts hot. The world-building is extraordinary, the details so descriptive that I did not have any problem to imagine the castle, villagers and everything. All in all, I loved the book.
Redrabbitt on 05/31/2017 09:43pm
Once again, Maggie Carpenter has created a unique and fascinating tale with a great cast of characters, mystery, suspense, and action that keeps the pages turning. This story was a little different, being that it is ancient earth, with Barbarians, warring tribes, and where customs are different. The story is a journey for Killian and Serenity, a future Barbarian leader and a young, brave, and sometimes foolish village girl.

Serenity has had a boldness about her since she was just a small child. When the Barbarians came into the village, and she was told to hide under the bed, she disobeyed and approached Bastain, leader of the Bathus tribe of Barbarians. He was actually impressed with her straightforth manner but told her she was brave but foolish, words she will often hear, especially as she becomes older. When Serenity and her friend, Layla, break the rules and enter the castle grounds, she will be subjected to punishment by Bastin, and Killian will be granted permission to spank her instead.

Bastin%u2019s son, Killian, will one day rule the Bathus tribe. The plan is for him to marry Soraya of the Alamans tribe, uniting these two and making them stronger. But that was before Serenity entered his world.

When the Bathus are attacked by the Phelans, and Trebor is captured and held captive, it will come with information that there is a traitor that helped aid in the attack.

The plot will have Killian and Serenity falling for each other while she is at the castle. When he is showing her around, they are attacked, and she will save his life. How did the enemy infiltrate the castle, especially secret areas? When Bastin tells Killian he must marry Soraya, he is disheartened, and must send Serenity back to the village. Secrets will be revealed, those who should be an ally, are traitor and part of espionage with more devious plans in the works. An unlikely person will be a proven asset and have answers to change the ill-fated marriage.

Before the marriage in the Barbarian Clan, there are rituals that must take place, including the bride inspected and spanked, accepting her place with her new husband and master. A special blessed Choker of Belonging must be placed and accepted from the groom to the bride.

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